Short Writing Novels & Stories

I sat at the kitchen table while Nathan put breakfast in front of me. I wrote and rewrote until the words were exactly right. Simple, clean with no complex legal language. At eight-fifty I read it to Nathan. "Six sentences," he said. "Everything important fits in six sentences." "Send it to Blake." I sent it. Blake called immediately. "It's good. Emily, it's really good." "Is it too short?" "It's perfect. Short means confident, long means defensive." A pause. "Geneva feed comes through in eight minutes. Sarah has a direct line. I'll patch you both soon ."

"Shut up and take it." Short. Short. I. Long. Short. Long. Long. N. Long. Long. Short. G. She was destroying my back to tell me a story. Every strike was a letter. Every drop of my blood was ink. Long. Short. Long. Long. Y. Long. Long. Long. O. Short. Short. Long. U. I. AM. SAVING. YOU. I looked at the stone. A beetle was crawling through a crack in the mortar. I watched it. Focused on the tiny legs. Anything to keep from screaming.

I experience a short reprieve as shorter brown haired man shoves him unconfidently out of the way. I’m very grateful, I must say, that this cock is quite a bit wider but far shorter at maybe only 4 inches. This little man couldn’t cover me in filth like the previous 7 inch cock, and I can’t help but beg for them to please, please destroy my body; to use me the way they would a streetwalker, a WHORE!

Something that your granny can relate to Please tell me I am making sense" I cried out with a huge sigh "You are and I get what you are saying I really do but don't we still need to go through some of the text in here to get a feel of what to right?" He asked still holding on his phone "No we don't We are not writing a Business proposal or writing out a contract this is a simple birthday note. It needs to be short and straight to the point....... I think I have idea Can you drop your phone?" I asked ready to try a relaxing technique I saw on TV once

What the fuck was she thinking? “Can you give me ten minutes?” I interrupted the person speaking and he stared at me in confusion. “I have a little headache, I'll take some medication and get back to you in ten minutes tops,” I explained and without waiting for him to agree, I turned the projector off. It was insane to see how much she affected me. I did let her affect me so badly; I wasn't surprised, but it still stung. I rubbed the sides of my temples in annoyance when the door opened and my oh my, my slutty secretary finally showed up.

With grad school entrance exams (GRE) looming, everyone was stressed out of their minds when Preston Lewis, the class heartthrob, announced that he'd secured a spot that let him skip the written exam entirely. He even promised he could get the same deal for everyone else. The whole class erupted in cheers and immediately launched into an excited debate over which universities they should choose. But something didn't seem right to me. I moved closer for a look and saw that the screen Preston was showing everyone was just an AI chatbot, Novi. I tried to warn them that Novi was only a chatbot, but my girlfriend, Carly Monroe, shoved me before I could finish. "Anders, you're just mad because

Her caption read: First Saturday in Colorado and I survived! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Back home in Oklahoma, Tony lay in bed in his tiny apartment, the glow of his phone cutting through the darkness. The ping of a notification jolted him. He opened F******k, and there she was—Shortcake, looking happy, surrounded by new faces. She’d only been gone four days, but seeing her like this made it feel like a lifetime. Toby hit the like button, staring at the screen for a moment longer. This is what he wanted for her, right? Happiness. Friends. A life beyond home. He set his phone aside, rolled over, and fina

One would think her humorous tales were just for laughs or to pad the word count, but by the conclusion, it became evident that she was laying out foreshadows throughout. While working on her first novel, "Mizzy" also wrote several short pieces, each around two thousand words, which she simultaneously published on ScribeSphere and shared on social media platforms. These bite-sized stories, light-hearted and humorous in tone, could be devoured in mere minutes. Their appeal was evident when they were repeatedly shared across platforms, gaining her a good number of followers. However, many read her short stories without noting the author behind them, completely unaware of "Mizzy."

I ask him nervously, feeling my chest getting heavier per second, and I don't know what I should do. "We only have two months left, and the reason why I have requested to shorten our coaching period it's because of the situation of my mom." After he says that, I remember her mom's condition. "I understand. I will try to finish it." "And also, Mimo, there's a change with the requirements since I shortened your probationary period. Instead of you writing one hundred thousand words, I cut it to half. You can write up to fifty to forty thousand words. Make sure that it's complete and refined." My face brightens after he says that, and I feel at ease because I don't need to write a long manuscrip

Hi, everyone! This is Curvy Writes, and first things first: I need to take a deep, dramatic bow and then just collapse on the nearest couch. Because, people, we did it! I just want to say a massive, soul-hugging, confetti-tossing THANK YOU to every single one of you who has been reading my short story, "In Her Skin." Seriously, from the bottom of my slightly exhausted but extremely grateful heart, thank you. You guys have been the absolute best audience a writer could ask for.